The other day at the doctor's surgery, there was a really neat mum with a toddler and a tiny. She was so neat and tidy, children were sweet and well behaved and the little one was being fed a home made pot of something all nicely. Without gagging.
I took stock of my ill fitting clothes, ever expanding waistline, hair that has not seen a brush for weeks, wellies covered with hen poop, (we have been snowed in here)...I just wondered, how the hell do some folk manage to be so organised?